Thanks God for giving me a mouth and a tongue, eyes, nose, ears.

I love when I listen to people’s sounds, and recognize them, I love when I listen to my family, dad, mom, aunt, uncle, and tell my self in a second ‘ oh, I love that sound, I love that person, and here I am listening, talking to him’. Seriously, God, how did you do it!!!.
I love when I go back in time and remember my sound when I was young, then in my adulthood, then now. You gave me all those details to surprise me?!.

I love when I remember the sounds I used to listen to every day in my childhood right before going to school when dad used to put the radio on in a particular frequency, to get a particular station, and here it is the same song every day,and I procrastinate to get up, and he comes closer to say my name and wake me up, I still hear it.
Were you planning to bake every magical thing in my memory like this!.

I love how my  grandmother used to say my name, this serenity, peace in her voice when she encourages me to eat one more spoon. I love how she used to look to me, smiling with  this look which says ‘ I love you you tiny creature’, even when I grow up, she didn’t have a different look. I love when she always carry the duty to give me something each time she sees me. Every time she has to get up go to her room, and bring me something to eat, and I still remember the unique type of things she used to give.
Later on my life, after she passed away, I used to buy those things and keep from them  always at home.
Were you planning to give all those people, this love, to spread it away in a ‘look’ or a’ smile’ or a ‘touch ‘?
What is this? Where does your love came from?
Who am I to be so gentle, generous with me like this?

I love when you give me music to listen, and all my senses begin to listen, my heart as well.
I love when you make me feel things I haven’t felt before. Is that what was going in your mind ‘ let me give you another people’s work to be blessed with!, to have fun with!, to think about the magic in this world! to imagine things you never imagined!’.
Seriously, God, how did you do it!!!

I also love when you give my eyes things to see,
I love when I see something from a far distance. I love when I look at the sun, wow, how big is that!, and it gives us all the same warmth and light.
I love when I look to the moon and realize it is an art work, for free, not for sale. I also realize I can spend as long as I want looking at it and smiling when thinking how beautiful it is, a white thing, lighting, a blue thing. So simple, yet so miraculous.

Guess who made the sun? Guess who? It is you.
The celebration of life, the celebration of miracles is  the celebration of you, God you are amazing!. You gave me love, you reach out to me with love, and I will be love.

I love when I look to things and be able to tell what is this. Hey, I can differentiate objects from each others, I can tell the difference between each color. Ohhhh colors! Is it me or just no body knows where on earth would someone think of making things with different colors, not to mention how it is connected to the nature of the things. I understand that you didn’t make any bad thing, but hey what about the devil?.
Yes, you made and you know it, but now when I think about it, it seems hilarious to compare devil and good, from quantity, quality, everything. I think good things in life are more than bad things, but bad things happen, OK I got it, and I thank you for both of them. Actually I prefer to thank you for both, because I don’t like blame, and hatred to be in our relationship, and, of course, you are gentle enough to give  me another, clue, lesson, insight?!. I know you are.